Dreams hang in the air... it's a wonderful Life.

Back to Grimsby.

Car rides and lots of singing.

Road trips are the best.

Sometimes I like to think I live a 'wonderful' life. I'm a pretty well off person, not as great as some people I know, but I'd like to think I am pretty well off.

I have a job so I can buy things I want, I make enough to pay my rent, I have parents to help me if I don't have enough to pay rent... I'm in school, a good school, so I have some sort of education.

But really, compared to other people, my life is so average.

Some people go out there and become famous, they travel, discover new things... but what if someone just doesn't have the right potential, skill, funds to make themselves this sort of wonderful?

Does this mean that we just can't be as wonderful?

I know I don't have the skill to become a celebratory (actor, musician), nor do I have the time or money to become a 'worldly traveler'. I don't have the smarts to make any discoveries, or anything of that sort. So really... is my life not as wonderful as I think?

Or are there different levels of wonderful?

Just some food for thought.